I had hoped to write about Miriam Toews’ The Flying Troutmans, but one of my daughters (who counts Toews’ A Complicated Kindness among her favourites) has borrowed it. Without pages to turn, passages to look…
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Pater had a very nice birthday yesterday even though he had to work — I got over on an early ferry, early enough that I got downtown Vancouver before 11 in time to pick out…
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If you’ve spent any time reading here, or especially if you’ve spent any time reading over here, you’ll know that I’m a bit of a francophile, and also that my husband and I have been…
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We’ve been having much fun here what with swimming (some of us in a wheelbarrow — really, you’ll see, we took pics; some of us in the ocean), visiting, eating, trying to crawl (and no,…
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I have to admit that despite annual visits to Paris over the last five springs, Pater and I have not visited the Eiffel Tower since 1990 when we took our kids to the top for…
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